This is a fictional account. If you haven't read the others, you might want to start at the beginning. Hope you all enjoy this final chapter. "I've only got eyes for you, babe," John professed. "You better say that," Em concluded, watching the topless girl disappear behind the bar area. "Too bad we didn't bring our suits, at least the bottoms. We could r...
Ria sat with her head down in a hospital conference room. Carlos was in surgery, but the doctors had said that things looked bleak. The hospital had given the Cabo Blanco team use of one of the conference rooms to wait in to avoid the prying eyes of the press. The room was filled with Carlos' pit crew and mechanics, as well as the a number of other members o...
I couldn't believe it, Regina was in my face and as mad as hell which I believed to be a good thing at the time. Annie stared at her in shock as Regina asked me again what we wanted with her, her exact words were, "What in the hell do you things want with me?" I knew what I wanted with her but I don't think that she was ready to hear that any more than she w...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** Imagine me. A slim eighteen year old boy, dressed. I mean Dressed. Dressed up that is, in my sister's clothes. I felt good, very good. In fact I felt incredible. I had done this several t...
I glanced at my watch. Eight thirty-six. Thirty-six long minutes past the hour. And I'd arrived early of course. Just in case. So all in all, I'd been sitting on the steps of the Buttercross for a bottom-numbing forty-nine minutes. It was time to face facts. I'd been stood up. Blowing out a sigh, I got to my feet and brushed down my dress. Maybe he'd turne...
Note: I have been a fan of the site for a few years. For the most part, I'm content to read. Though they are not typically "spank" material, I have found that I have most enjoyed the "unhappy" Loving Wives stories. I'm not sure why they appeal to me, but whatever. I certainly don't pretend to be a writer and I'm sure there are numerous mistakes in this one....
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the very teasing, and incredibly sexual Smokahontass. Thank you for being the inspiration for this story. I hope you enjoy it! * Tatiana sat at the desk in her office, her eyes staring at the large flat screen monitor as her fingers laid motionless, hovering over her keyboard. She noticed out of her peripheral vis...
The conference promised to be just another week of my life wasted listening to middle-aged project managers drone on and on about their progress. These conferences were all the same, or so I thought. Every so often there was some eye-candy in attendance, but usually the women were not that attractive, and were certainly suppressing any sensuality under their...
It was almost closing time when Sonya saw him come into the coffee shop again. Immediately she felt the same lightness in her stomach that she had experienced at noontime when she had served him lunch. He was a big man, about six-three, 230 pounds, heavy set but not fat. His face had strong features, with a prominent nose and chin, and his blue eyes showed i...
While we still in the midst of filming “Days of Rage” in London, Marty O’Brien called with a hastily organized photo gig. The Triple Threat Tour we’d worked on was doing a special gig at the O2 Arena for the BBC and HBO in the states. And we’d be doing all the photos again. Beyonce`, Rihanna and Tigress would be on the bill again and there was a promise of “...